Crescent Heights High School - Bugle Yearbook (Calgary, Alberta Canada)

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LIFE WAS SO DIFFERENT When we went to Crescent Heights High back there in the nine- teens and early twenties, school opened at nine sharp and was in ses¬ sion right up to four o ' clock sharp with two hours for lunch. There were twelve or thirteen subjects to be studied and the students studied all of them and passed or failed at the end of the term and no half-way measures. The teachers believed in home work as either penance or food for the soul and consequently made good use of it in one cause or the other. In spite of this our teachers, on the whole, were well liked. Every Friday afternoon a ‘Lit’ was held in the auditorium. Each room took its turn at being responsible for the program. Students who possessed talents gave freely of them and the school orchestra always contributed liberally. The most popular form of entertainment was a play, often written by one of the more brilliant students (of which, by the way, we had our share in those far-off days.) One play, which has lived in the minds of many to this day, was a delicious caricature of the teachers, who took it all in decidedly good part. Those interested in sport could always play rugby or hockey, and the rest of us turned out in full force, decked with ribbons in the school colors, to lend our support with hearty cheers. Periodically parties were held, big parties, where most of the boys stood on one side of the hall and most of the girls on the other until they were forcibly dragged into games, but where, nevertheless, a good time was had by all. We even had the “More and Better Home Work League”, instituted by a very brilliant student who honestly never needed to do home work at all to top his class, but who had a very great aversion to seeing the rest of us poor souls enjoying ourselves when he thought we might be working. Many of us took our lunches and so had at least an hour at noon which we had been accustomed to spending rather frivolously. We joined the league with high and lofty motives in mind, but need¬ less to say instantly regretted such a rash move. However, our school work did show some slight improvement, for the time being at least. The high light of extracurricular activity was the Debating League. This of course existed mainly for those who loved to talk. Under very careful supervision the subjects t o be discussed were prepared pro and con. One team was chosen to go out of town and the other to meet out-of-town opponents on home ground. What a thrill to be chosen to represent such a high school as Crescent Heights and what a thrill to be able to visit Medicine Hat or Lethbridge under such circumstances! We were well behaved in school in those days, oh! we talked and chewed gum and tried to get away with as little work as possible, but little things like those don’t count, do they? Life was so different when we went to school—or was it? MRS. DALTON JEFFREY. PAGE EIGHT

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★ The 1948 Bugle has been bundled off to the printers and each editor heaves a deep sigh of relief. All that remains unfinished now is the editorial. In it all the loose ends must be tied and the publication given a meaning and some sense of unity. When I come to ponder over the purpose of this year hook, I recall as all school editors invariably do, a poem, by Charles Lamb, which I memorized diligently for some Eng¬ lish course and it seems to have stuck with me. I have had playmates, I have had companions In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days, All are gone the old familiar faces. Ghost-like I paced around the haunts of my childhood Earth seemed a desert I was bound to traverse Seeking to find the old familiar faces. How some they have died and some they left me, All are departed All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. These lines bring to light the realization of just how fast friends and faces can slip from view. Then the Bugle takes on a new meaning altogether. It is a stimulus to a forgetful mind which fails to retain all the treasured recollections of youth. If, in years to come, you pick up this book and look back to the rich, full, idealistic days of your teens and recall all the fond memories of the three or four years you spent in Crescent’s hallowed halls, then this book has met its purpose and was worth the effort. GRANT REDDICK. PAGE SEVEN

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SCHOLARSHIPS DENNIS VIOLET ALBERTA FRANCES JOAN JOAN DENNIS ENGELS—Dennis won the J. D. Ferguson Scholarship and several others for his splendid academic records at Crescent. We wish him further success at U. of A. where he is taking a pre-med. course. VIOLET KING—The C. J. Henderson Scholarship went to Vi, helping her in a business career by providing seven months’ tuition at Henderson’s Business College. ALBERTA OEL—Alberta is another in the list of talented Crescent Heights students. She is the proud possessor of the Grade 12 Bennett Scholarship for $ 100 . 00 . FRANCES SUTER—Runner-up to Alberta was Frances, who was awarded the Canadian Club Scholarship for second place. JOAN MUNRO —The Grade IX Bennett scholarship was given to Joan, who comes from U.D.S. JOAN BRUNTON —Another Joan. She was awarded the University of Alberta first year scholarship for girls. ROBIN WOODS, DOREEN TURNER, RONALD SCHAUFELE, ANGUS LEITCH—These four students won $200.00 scholarships from the Department of Education, to be used for teacher-training. We hope our future schoolma’m and professors make the kids behave. BETTY CHOATE—We hear that even modest Betty’s closest friends didn’t know she’d won the Grade XI McKillop scholarship until she stepped up on the platform to receive it. KEITH NESTING—I. ast but not least, Keith won the scholarship with the long¬ est name—The Grade XII Friends of the University Matriculation Bursury. Keith is at U. of A. this year, studying medicine. ROBIN DOREEN RON ANGUS BETTY KEITH PAGE NINE